£14,000.



£14,000.

Breathless numbers,
Handicapped as they be,
They bore down below,
Into the deeps of my heart.

£14,000.

The pounding sound
Leaves an itching tinge
On the scarred drums
Of my ears.

£14,000.

If I could count
The waters in the tears,
Coursing down my cheeks,
Could I own thee?

£14,000.

Damnation in 1, 4 and zeros;
A knell for dreams doomed,
Ever, in the shaddows to remain,
Until the dawn of 14,000 pounds.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

KUKOGHO, THE DEVIL’S PAWN & THE DUSTY MANUSCRIPT CONTEST: THE UNTOLD 9-YEAR JOURNEY OF MY BOOK

FLOWERS I SAW IN PORT HARCOURT - THE GARDEN CITY (PHOTOS BY KUKOGHO IRUESIRI SAMSON)